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“She awaits the rain like a writer embraces metaphors,
A drizzle isn't for the child who dances in the storm.
Of rain that washes away the petrichor it brings,
A downpour of a hail of bullets, and she calls it spring.”
― Sanhita Baruah, The Farewell and other poems

“He leaned against her, pressing his shoulder to hers.

'Don't be mad at me,' he said, sighing. 'It makes me crazy.”
― Rainbow Rowell, Eleanor & Park

“You look like you. Only with the volume turned up.”
― Rainbow Rowell, Eleanor & Park

“a dense wall of greenery bordered it, ...an impenetrable barrier of oaks, evergreen shrubs, blackberry that somehow resisted the frost, and thorns. In the defense department, the witches would make Sleeping Beauty’s evil witch weep with jealousy.”
― Ilona Andrews, Magic Breaks

“Park stood up when she got to their row, and as soon as she sat down, he took her hand and kissed it. It happened so fast, she didn't have time to die of ecstasy or embarrassment.”
― Rainbow Rowell, Eleanor & Park

“Leave ... my girlfriend ... alone.”
― Rainbow Rowell, Eleanor & Park

“We grew up on the same street,
You and me.
We went to the same schools,
Rode the same bus,
Had the same friends,
And even shared spaghetti
With each other's families.
And though our roots belong to
The same tree,
Our branches have grown
In different directions.
Our tree,
Now resembles a thousand
Other trees
In a sea of a trillion
Other trees
With parallel destinies
And similar dreams.
You cannot envy the branch
That grows bigger
From the same seed,
And you cannot
Blame it on the sun's direction.
But you still compare us,
As if we're still those two
Kids at the park
Slurping down slushies and
Eating ice cream.



Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun (2010)”
― Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem

“He'd stopped trying to bring her back.”
― Rainbow Rowell, Eleanor & Park

“The beach is a natural park, without the greenery but the sand is a natural toy.”
― Anuradha Bhattacharyya

“Mum took me to the park a couple of times last week so that I could run. That was a waste of time though, it takes hours to get there and when you finally do, well, there's no room to do anything really, what with all the tents pitched everywhere. Mum says there used to be grass, but I don't see where.”
― Martin Pond, Dark Steps

“Walking with my doggy is so much fun!
And she makes me laugh, she makes me run.
Licking she likes to make some good new friends,
Kindly enough with cyclists who spin with no end.”
― Ana Claudia Antunes, ACross Tic

“It is difficult to steer a parked car, so get moving.”
― Henrietta C. Mears

“auf einem spielplatz im park hat sich ein junges paar auf zwei schaukeln gesetzt und führt ein langes sondierendes gespräch. beide wollen nicht nur reden, aber ihre worte sind alles, was sie in dieser nacht füreinander haben. langsam wird es auch für die beiden zeit, den park zu verlassen. auch sie müssen nach hause, letzte verkehrsmittel erwischen. als sie gehen, ist der park nur noch vom geräusch der grillen durchzogen. in den umliegenden villen leuchten vereinzelte fenster und verdrängen die funkelnde pracht der sterne, die über dem park steht. in ungeordneter folge gehen die fensterlichter an, aus, kurz, lang. der park nimmt die seufzer, die schreie aus den häusern auf: wie ein schwamm. so vergeht die nacht. gegen morgen wankt ein irgendwo übersehener betrunkener aus seinem gebüsch, das er vorrübergehend beschlief, sucht seinen heimweg.”
― David Ramirer, 2015 - fuck me tender

“When he was in a bad mood, The Writer went to the park. The only place he considered friendly. Not the bookshops crammed with titles, with those harsh lights and those piles of books that seemed like barricades, not the street with its narrow, dirty pavements overhanging the traffic, not the noisy restaurants stinking of fried food, not the sweltering buses, not the deserted shops with their assistants waiting for customers like hungry cannibals, not the cinemas with numbered seats in which it only took one transgressor to screw up the whole auditorium, but the park.”
― Filippo Bologna, The Parrots

“Maybe I'm some sort of perverted cartoon-sexual.”
― Rainbow Rowell, Eleanor & Park

“I love the beauty of nature.”
― Lailah Gifty Akita, Think Great: Be Great!